soul's enigma

 
ah Father what am I to do with my imagination
I am a seer I see your brothers gathered around
they once shunned you... were told a tyrant
now here they are feasting from your table amazed at your handiwork
you have done the impossible you conquered death
it will never encamp your love is eternal...

I cry out to you an immortal in a mortal tomb
I long to be in your kingdom
I stir the mists and look to you
hold me up while they inspect your beautiful woman

I am but one flower in your kingdom
your will be done forever
they call me home to Valhalla
my will is quite wild like the wind herself
I would never due at a royal court

I would that you keep me on as overseer of the gardens if that please you
you are my heart your word my sustenance
I count the cost it is arduous the way but the bounty worthy
in your heavenly host I hope to sing as one with the choir
I know they are singing tonight my spirit is there with them shining